You accuse me of aiming for the summit yet quitting prior to sweating a single dropBut remember that sky is heaven and to earn my right there, I must exhibit benevolent thoughtsAnd delay my aspirations until the darkest hour where the thrill of intoxication threatens to killIs distant and the jar labelled small that I cradle in my heart gives the signal to remove her lid

And as I trample on eggshells left lying on the kitchen floor while you scream at me with abhorrence,I slip on my headphones and ignore the conspiracy you've planned against me to inspireMy mind that once I've experienced freedom I won't ever recall being chained and dignityWon't consider calling out the name of anyone close to hellfire which definately includes you

But I know that the strength to rendezvous must inevitably cast upon me because I still have concernFor your wellbeing however that will only occur when you stop shouting and hear my argument that whenThe earth is covered in darkness, I refuse to be standing in the middle of all the deserved agonyBut rather have my soul portray a prism with God's light shining through so until then the barricade stays.

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